As a child, whenever I walked to school in the rain, the earthworms frightened me.
I was, at that point in my life, an authority on nothing, except maybe seizures.
Oh, yeah. I forgot. I’m not in a cozy bookstore. I’m not even in Barnes & Noble.
On the last day of the trial, I suddenly remember a dream in which a voice told me the meaning of life.
She wanted to penetrate the shells in the way doctors would when performing a procedure on her.
